On Grief

Doctors sometimes think that grief is a sickness,

So they try and cure it,

They see it like it has to end as quickly as possible,

To minimise the damage done.

But I know its not like that at all,

Even though at times you feel like you are really crook,

Even though your head goes into a downward spiral,

Not unlike a heavy flu......

It just is.

It's with you every day.

It comes upon you when you least expect it,

And it always takes you to places where you don't want to go.

But it's your grief and that is really all you have, because it's what's happening to you now.

You try and run away, you ruin holidays and stick your head into your work,

But it is still there, waiting for you to pick up the tab,

To pay the bill for the risk of loving that you took,

For the highs and lows of being intimate with another,

For daring to care, for allowing it in....

That's all you are paying for....

....the price of being a loving human being.

So when the waiter dressed in black comes to your table with the bill,

Don't be afraid, you don't have to run away....

You know you had a great time of it, you know you tasted love,

Just get up and dance with him, the grief that's yours to own.

And when the music stops, and you return to your seat,

Know that you have paid your price, and that will return to you a thousand fold,

and allow you to be free - living and dancing in the moment with who you really are.

...but also know, if you refuse to pay, then pay you will,

for years and years and years....every day with you struggling to

hold down the lid of your painful, disowned grief.


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